Hello lovely readers! Thanks for all the awesome reviews last chapter, y'all rock! I'm heading to camp at the end of this week, and while I will have my laptop I doubt I'll get much writing done. I'll try and get some done, but it's a Duke TIP camp, and I'll have lots of studying to do. As always, I will take idea requests and seriously enjoy a review. Sorry this is short, I'm just trying to get in before I leave. :) Have an awesome day and enjoy the chapter!

"Snotlout! You absolute idiot, why didn't you come sooner? Scratch that, why are you even here? You told everyone that Johan was just a crazy old man, so why are you here?" Astrid yelled angrily.

Fishlegs stepped out tentatively from behind the safety of Snotlout's dragon. He looked down at his feet and wrung his pudgy hands nervously. He began to mumble unintelligibly towards the ground, all the while shuffling his feet.

"What? I can't hear you, Fishlegs," Astrid said more calmly, but the frustration was still evident in her voice.

"I said…..." Fishlegs began again, but he quickly trailed off into mumbles again.

"Fishlegs!" Astrid urged in exasperation while Snotlout looked on laughing.

Roughnut and Toughnut were too busy chasing each other around the camp with sticks to be of much use, and Snotlout wasn't going to tell Astrid anything, his pride wouldn't let him. A true Viking never backs down, at least that was Snotlout's idiotic idea.

"Sorry, Astrid. Snotlout didn't decide to come; the leader of Wepper told us we weren't needed anymore. We were coming home, but we flew over the village and realized that Johan had been right. We started looking around, and found a trail. Then we were here," Fishlegs explained slowly.

"Did you see Hiccup on your way in?" Astrid asked, deciding to ignore her rising frustration with the four dragon riders.

"Hiccup's here?" came Snotlout's annoyed voice from the campfire.

"Yes, but I can't find him. He was here earlier."

"Just follow the dragon tracks, I bet Toothless followed him wherever he went," Fishlegs pointed out.

"Toothless isn't with Hiccup. He's with the villagers. Hiccup had been living up here on his own until I showed up," Astrid replied coolly.

"Oh," Snotlout said abashedly.

"Shut up, Snotlout," Astrid growled.

"Um, Astrid, where are all the people from the village?" Roughnut piped up as Toughnut hit her with a stick.

"Yeah, they're all, like, not in the village! Ouch!" agreed Toughnut, as Roughnut shoved him.

They started to push each other back and forth, and they began to teeter perilously close to the fire. Snotlout laughed and egged them on while Astrid tried to shout over the chaos to answer the question. She gave up and threw her hands in the air.

"Ugh! Why do I even bother?" she grumbled, "C'mon, Fishlegs, let's go get some food."

The two turned to walk into the woods, but as they did a familiar voice stopped them.

"No need to, I've got plenty right here."

Every single head in the campsite turned to face the newcomer. Dragons squawked and jumped to attention in surprise.

"Hiccup! Where the heck were you?" Astrid cried, flying at him.

She wrapped him in a tight hug, but then quickly pulled away from him and punched his arm.

"That was for scaring me," she said, but it was evident that she was relieved that he was safe.

"Sorry. I was just going to find some more food; I couldn't sleep. When did you guys get here?" he asked, looking at the rest of the dragon riders in surprise.

"Not that long ago. Wepper didn't need us anymore so we thought we'd come home," Fishlegs explained.

"So, Hiccup, what's the plan here? I mean, I could always come up with a plan," Snotlout asked with a smirk.

"No, I was thinking while I was out. I think I have a plan now," Hiccup replied with an equally proud smirk.

"Plan for what?" asked Toughnut and Roughnut together.

"For saving everyone and stopping Alvin," Fishlegs explained.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," the twins said, nodding then going back to punching each other.

"So what are you thinking?" Astrid asked.

"Well…,"

…

"Stoic! Psst, Stoic! Wake up, Alvin's back!"

"Huh, wait what? Where am I? Alvin?" came the disgruntled response from the enormous half-asleep man.

"Stoic! Wake up!" insisted the woman sitting next to him, glancing nervously towards the entrance of the cave where the outcasts looming figures were loitering.

"Huh?" Stoic said intelligently as he sat up.

Blinking blearily, Stoic looked at his surroundings in confusion. The crowded, damp cave was unfamiliar, and Toothless was curled up tightly by his side. He searched the crowd for his son, but he didn't see him anywhere. The woman next to him looked at him sadly and watched as the slow realization and memories from the day before returned to her chief. His whole face seemed to age before her, and he hung his head for a moment before picking it up and staring at the front of the cave with a steely gaze.

"Thanks, Helga," he murmured to the woman next to him.

"No problem, Stoic," she replied, picking herself up to wake up the other villagers.

Groggily, Stoic heaved himself to his feet. Toothless immediately jumped to attention next to him and holding his head high focused his intense green gaze on Alvin. The pair watched the man lumber back and forth outside the cave before looking at each other and giving almost imperceptible nods. Quickly afterwards they began to walk towards the entrance of the cave while the villagers of Berk looked on in confusion and surprise. Stoic beckoned for them all to follow him, and the villagers began to rise around him, some clutching loose rocks and stones with jagged edges as crude weapons. As one, the village surged towards the front of the mouth of the cave as Stoic and Toothless led the way. With a mighty roar Stoic broke into a run, and the Vikings followed suit. The Outcasts turned and stared in absolute shock as the villagers charged them, and as it was still early in the morning, it took the already disorganized Outcasts even more time than usual to ready themselves for battle, but by then it was too late.

The villagers were out of the cave, and punching, fighting, bludgeoning, and commandeering weapons with a vengeance while Toothless shot plasma blasts into the throng at Outcasts, taking them out at least two at a time.

It was total chaos.

Stoic had found Alvin and a sword somewhere along the way and the two former friends were facing each other with disdain and hate evident in each of their faces. Stoic had been willing to forgive Alvin for his deeds until he had killed his son. Any shred of mercy he had left in him had left with Hiccup, and the man standing before Alvin would have sent even the bravest of men packing. However, Alvin was stupid and deranged rather than brave so he held his ground and warped his face in what passed as a grin.

"So, Stoic, is this what you were brewing up last night? You won't win, ya know. I will. This island is mine now, so don't even bother," he laughed.

"Keep dreaming," Stoic growled, lunging forward with his sword.

"I mean, why even bother? You have nothing to go back to anyways," taunted Alvin, deflecting Stoics swords and countering with a jab of his own.

"I have the village. They need me, but you know what they don't need?" huffed Stoic with a swipe of his sword.

"Do tell," quipped Alvin, sidestepping.

"You!" growled Stoic, finally succeeding in landing a glancing blow.

However, it was he needed, and as Alvin stared in surprise at the gash in his arm, Stoic lunged at him and pinned him against a nearby tree, knocking the sword from his hand. Murder was in his eyes, but staring at Alvin's crazed, equally murderous gaze snapped Stoic out of his trance. While keeping Alvin pinned to the tree, he stared hard at him.

"Get off my island. Call off your troops and I won't kill you."

Alvin could do nothing but nod and ran off all the while hollering for the Outcasts to follow him out to the ships. The villagers cheered around Stoic and walked back to Berk to clean it up and celebrate their victory. Stoic had just started to enter the village when-

"Stoic! Stoic! Wake up, please, Alvin's calling for you!" a desperate, pleading voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

He'd already woken up. Who was talking to him?

"Stoic!" growled a familiar, crazed voice.

"I kicked you off my island, now go away!" replied Stoic to the phantom Alvin.

"Stoic! Get up you lazy dog," insisted Alvin, but this time the voice was accompanied by an intense pain in his side almost as if someone had kicked him.

His eyes flew open, and the dream began to fade. Stoic groaned as he was greeted by reality. A reality where he wasn't the strong but broken leader, he was just broken. He wasn't leading his tribe out of captivity, he was part of the reason they were here. This was the reality where sweaty, stupid, smelly Alvin was still on his island, not off it. It had been two days without food or water now and it was clearly taking its toll on Stoic and all the villagers.

"Your village is getting water. I'm sending around a bucket. Enjoy, dog," laughed Alvin, "Those dragon rider brats will be back soon. I just have to keep you alive until then."